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Ye Xiaolou bit the "red bean" tightly, his face was covered with blood, and he was trembled by his master's thunder and looked extremely miserable, where is there still half a handsome immortal?

He slowly turned his head.

The town of Baili is in ruins.

The snow danced wildly, the whole town was crushed and then uprooted, and countless roof rubbles rolled wildly in the storm, faintly crimson.

It was obviously a blizzard, and the sky and the earth changed color, but Ye Xiaolou's ears were terrifyingly quiet.

He looked at Bai Lizhen, which was suppressed by Gu Jiu.

The destructive snow was held with great force, like a storm swirling in an hourglass, desperately slaughtering everything in the town.

Creatures were destroyed in an instant.

The bungalows collapsed, the buildings collapsed, and in the snowy air, a point around the center of the town was the center, and it turned around at great speed.

Someone clapped his palm lightly.

The snow vanished.

Ye Xiaolou was stunned and looked at Baili Town, which had really turned into dead ruins.

The man, who had drawn two swords and had one in his mouth, turned his head extremely slowly, very slowly.

He looked at Gu Jiu seriously.

Gu Jiu was smiling.

Ye Xiaolou's white robe flew and settled.

He slowly raised his arms and caught the "red bean" in his mouth with the crook of his arm, and the ancient sword rolled down and was caught by the crook of his arms.

Large pools of blood poured from between his teeth, flailing lightly on the snow with a shake of his head.

Gu Jiu laughed softly: "What, don't you speak?"

Ye Xiaolou said in a hoarse voice, "Master mistook a look at you. ”

Gu Jiu raised her eyebrows, she raised her hand steadily, and the spring thunder that was heavily nailed into the snow was instantly sucked into her palm.

"You're wrong. ”

The woman laughed and said, "I misjudged him." ”

Ye Xiaolou's face was expressionless, his arms clamped the "red beans", and the whole person turned over, rushed towards Gu Jiu, and rolled out a ten-zhang long snow.

Gu Jiu pressed the Spring Thunder Dragon Gums with one hand, sneered, and suddenly picked up the Spring Thunder Qin, not urging the sound path, but regarded this guqin, which countless people regarded as the treasure of the sound path, as a door panel, and smashed it diagonally.

Ye Xiaolou shook his sleeves suddenly.

The "red bean" in the crook of his arm rolled out in an instant, and was caught by his lips in mid-air, and he turned his head very stubbornly and slashed out.

Of the three ancient swords, the first to come into contact with Spring Thunder was the "Red Bean"!

The red-faced woman stabbed out, and cut the seven strings on the surface of the spring thunder piano that were like flowing water like thunder, like a knife cutting water, and it passed in an instant.

Seven spring thunders climbed the "red beans" and went up, twisting and turning like flowing water, returning to the piano surface in an instant, it seemed that the two sides had nothing to do, but in fact they had fought a hundred times.

Ye Xiaolou's skull was trembled by the thunder sound a hundred times, if it weren't for the support of the Grandmaster Realm's physique, a mouthful of teeth would have already been shattered, and his soul was shattered.

The spring thunder shattered his soul, it was pitch black in front of him, Ye Xiaolou still did not let go of his teeth, he clutched two or three ancient swords with both hands, and with intuition, he slashed at the master of the spring thunder qinqin.

Gu Jiu's hand that held down the dragon gum raised his finger slightly, and seven spring thunderbolts rushed out, fleeting, running like small beasts on the sword surface of the "dice", staggering out.

The spring thunder strings cut the meridians into the invisible.

Gu Jiu gently pressed the raised finger, and seven spring thunderbolts burst out, exploding Ye Xiaolou's white robe, burrowing into his skin, and several bloody little snakes were instantly burst out by the spring thunder, and the thunder was dazzling.

The arm holding the "dice" upside down was no longer twisted into a human shape, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Ye Xiaolou's face was still indifferent.

I can't care about my left arm that was blown open by the spring thunder, and I can't care about the "dice" that flew out uncontrollably.

He handed out the third ancient sword smoothly and "slowly".

The end of the world is just a stone's throw away.

"Hum—"

Gu Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was stabbed in the eyes by the blade of the ancient sword that was as bright as a peony, and he was a little uncomfortable with the cold light that flickered and jumped on the sword surface.

It's cold.

Maybe it's because of the heavy snow.

Maybe it's because of the sword qi.

If there is a fight between real great cultivators, the biggest taboo for Yin Dao cultivators is to be approached, and a sword bone embryo like Ye Xiaolou, who really handed out his own sword at close range, has no possibility of being dodged.

So with Gu Jiu controlling the strings, he used spring thunder to fry the "red beans" first, and then the "dice".

Defend against a sword in every possible way.

It's a pity that Ye Xiaolou still has a third sword.

And he handed out the third sword at this moment.

Gu Jiu felt a chill at that moment, and wanted to turn his head to dodge.

Or lower back, or turn sideways.

And what made her feel a little frightened was that it seemed that no matter which way, she couldn't avoid the edge of the third ancient sword.

And the ancient sword seemed to lock itself.

Between the lightning and flint, Gu Jiu could only choose to retreat.

She took a step back.

Then she regretted it.

The swordsman, unstoppable.

Ye Xiaolou's face was pale, his eyes were shining, there was still a thunder roar in his mind, and the pain from his left arm was clear to his bones.

But that didn't distract him.

All his thoughts were on the third ancient sword.

Gu Jiu took a small step back.

Ye Xiaolou took a big step.

The woman's face remained unchanged, she seemed to be expressionless, but in her heart, she actually "clicked", and the blade of the sword rolled away the snow and stabbed at the center of her eyebrows at a very fast speed.

So there was a second step back.

Step 3, Step 4.

The footprints crisscrossed on the snow swept back quickly, trampling the snow.

The white-robed and white-haired figure who handed out the third big red ancient sword sideways was resolute.

Lonely and unstoppable.

Gu Jiu swept back thirty zhang.

Ye Xiaolou's sword light was thirty zhang cold.

The momentum rises step by step, step by step, the sword momentum is superimposed, the creek becomes a small river, the small river becomes a big river, the big river and the sea, the waves are monstrous, and under the slapping shore, people no longer have the idea of receiving the sword.

Liver and gallbladder split.

The woman finally stopped retreating, and her heart couldn't let this sword gain momentum any longer, otherwise it would be a great threat in the end.

Gu Jiu narrowed his phoenix eyes, once again raised the spring thunder, horizontal in front of his chest, thinking about abandoning the spring thunder for a sword, and using this guqin to resist this decisive sword, so as not to fall into the situation of being killed. He had already cut off one of his arms before, and if he continued to fight, he only needed to offset this sword, and when the two sides overlapped and distanced themselves, it would be a great victory.

Ye Xiaolou narrowed his eyes, and the tip of his tongue pressed against the hilt of the red bean sword.

Gu Jiu froze in an instant, and Chun Lei stood up flat, blocking his chest.

Ye Xiaolou leaned over suddenly, his posture was extremely low, his head was deflected, and the "red bean" that he was biting was from the bottom up, and it quickly hit the belly of Chunleiqin.

The tip of the tongue is thundering.

"Red Beans" and "Spring Thunder" are thrown together——

Gu Jiu's pupils constricted.

The ancient sword of the bright red color was already against the center of his eyebrows.

There was a trace of red blood, forced by the sword intent to drip from the center of his eyebrows, and slowly flowed down an extremely narrow winding path.

Ye Xiaolou's face turned pale.

He tilted his head sideways, half of his body was pressed on the snow by the reaction force of the "red bean", the flesh and blood of his left arm were blurred, and he fell to the ground softly at this moment, while his right arm maintained the movement of lifting, sending the third ancient sword to the center of Gu Jiu's eyebrows.

Dead.

Ye Xiaolou raised his head, ignoring the blood on his teeth, and smiled with difficulty.

"Master, have you ever heard of the exquisite dice and red beans......"

Gu Jiu's face was joyless and sad, he looked directly at the third big red ancient sword, and after the words in his ears, he didn't hear it again.

The first two swords, the first one is called "Red Bean" and the second one is called "Dice".

She raised an eyebrow calmly.

Gu Jiu thought of a hundred years ago, when he was in the Western Regions, that man used to ask himself with a smile.

"Linglong dice An red bean, do you know the lovesickness to the bones?"

Now the third sword is against his eyebrows.

Re-entering the proportion, it is entering the bone.

This sword, if it is not called "Acacia", what else can it be called?

She suddenly felt a little sarcasm.

......

......

Ye Xiaolou slowly stood up, keeping his right arm raising the ancient sword.

He looked at his wife in front of him.

Gu Jiu chuckled softly.

Then she covered her lips slightly, ignoring the big red ancient sword against her eyebrows, and laughed.

The pictures of the past are turned over in my mind one by one, like a stab in my heart.

The man said that he had left the Western Regions, resigned from the sect, and came to see him.

The man said that he would let go of the white carp, let go of everything, and would come to marry him.

The man said......

So much to say.

It's ridiculous that he really thinks that he loves himself.

Gu Jiu smiled and asked, "Lovesick to the bones." ”

Laughed out loud, laughed out two lines of tears.

Ye Xiaolou was a little stunned.

The woman clenched the big red ancient sword, pressed it against her eyebrows, and stabbed into her body blessed by the luck of the white carp.

"Acacia" to the bone.

This ancient sword is as brilliant as a flame, like the fiercest fire in the world, making people willing to jump into the fire pit.

Unwilling to live.

It was too late for Ye Xiaolou to draw his sword.

The hand of the master who grasped the sword was terrifyingly strong, and it was extremely slowly, very slowly, and passed into the center of his eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, Gu Jiu didn't feel the slightest pain.

She smiled softly.

The memories of a hundred years have become clear for no reason at this moment.

vividly remembered, as if someone took her to relive her past.

In fact...... She didn't hate him that much.

She's only been waiting here for a hundred years, too long.

But he hadn't come yet.

Someone in her ear asked her softly, "What is the name of this sword?"

The voice is somewhat familiar.

Gu Jiu opened his eyes.

Before parting, the man rubbed the ancient sword embryo in his hand.

A strange woman's voice, which was clearly her own, sounded clearly in her memory.

"Let's just call it 'Linglong'. ”

"Exquisite dice and red beans, I don't know if I am lovesick to the bones. ”

On that day, the snowfields of the Western Regions, the sunset in the sky slowly burned.

Like a flame, like a burning river.

It's like the ancient sword that pierced into his eyebrows now.

There was no cold.

Only warmth.

Gu Jiu raised his head stupidly.

In the snowfield, the third ancient sword burned inch by inch.

In Ye Xiaolou's hand, a gratuitous sword aura bloomed.

Without a hint of killing.

It was the sword of the Sword Master.

It is a gentle sword.

The sword aura overflowed, spreading across the snowfields of the Western Regions, distorting this illusion.

A young man walked slowly from the empty snow.

The young man walked up to Ye Xiaolou's side, smiled lightly, and took the hilt of the third sword.

He slowly pulled out the sword that pierced Gu Jiu's eyebrows.

The blood on the ground flowed backwards along the qi machine, and the "Linglong" was pulled out by the young sword master and thrown on the snow.

Gu Jiu was stunned and didn't speak.

She was obsessed with the day she swore to turn into a demon.

......

......

"I wish to be named Linglong.

May eternity be a demon, life and life, thousands of years.

I don't want dice, and I don't want red beans.

All I beg of you.

But if I can't ask you, I'll die. ”

......

......

The man gently embraced himself in his arms.

Gently said: "Don't cry, I'm here." ”

(PS; guess the wrong sword name, I gave a hint before)